I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 462 I Only Meant to Sneeze, Why is the Sect Mountain Missing?

BOOM!

A terrifying aura briefly leaked from the old man’s body before vanishing instantly. The surrounding air itself trembled faintly under the pressure.

The old servant beside Ming Hua immediately lowered his head further, his face slightly pale. But Daoist Soul Reaper merely smiled. His fighting intent was already rising.

The stronger Lin Feng appeared, the more interested he became.

For experts like him who had stood at the peak for countless years, ordinary opponents no longer held any meaning.

Only mysterious and powerful existences were worthy of his attention. And now... He could not wait to meet Lin Feng personally.

Meanwhile, Ming Hua silently watched him, but the unease within her heart only deepened further.

For some reason, she had a terrible feeling that once Daoist Soul Reaper met Lin Feng... Things would spiral far beyond anyone’s control.

Ming Hua tried to open her mouth, but in the end, no words came out.

Since Daoist Soul Reaper was here personally, she already understood that there was nothing she could possibly say that would change this ancient monster’s mind.

Compared to true old fogeys like him, she was merely a junior despite having lived for more than nine hundred thousand years.

Nine hundred thousand years.

That amount of time was enough for countless kingdoms to rise and fall into dust. Enough for seas to become mountains and mountains to sink beneath oceans.

Yet before Daoist Soul Reaper, her experience and cultivation still felt laughably shallow.

The old man belonged to an era so ancient that even history itself had become unreliable.

"Do you wish for any assistance, Daoist Soul Reaper?" Ming Hua asked instead, choosing her words carefully. She knew better than to question his decision.

In the Ming Clan, strength was law. And Daoist Soul Reaper stood near the very peak of that law.

The old man slowly turned his head toward her. Merely being looked at by him caused Ming Hua to feel as though countless resentful spirits were clawing at her soul.

"Not for now," Daoist Soul Reaper replied in his ancient raspy voice.

"You can help me collect the souls of the fallen later. This Clear Moon City no longer needs to exist." His tone was calm.

As though he were not speaking about the destruction of an entire city filled with thousands of lives, but merely discussing the weather.

"Let this serve as a lesson to all cultivators so they will think twice before offending our Ming Clan."

The surrounding air turned colder the moment those words left his mouth. Then, without warning, his figure vanished from the spot. No spatial fluctuations. No movement.

He simply ceased to exist where he once stood. Ming Hua’s pupils shrank slightly.

Even now, she still could not fully comprehend the level Daoist Soul Reaper had reached.

Every movement of his seemed to surpass the limits of ordinary cultivation logic. A faint bitter smile appeared on her face.

"It seems he wants all the glory for himself..." she murmured softly.

Otherwise, the old monster could have easily summoned several flying warships from the Ming Clan and mobilized thousands of experts to flatten Clear Moon City together.

But Daoist Soul Reaper came alone. Not because he lacked manpower. But because he simply did not need it.

For someone like him, a city was no different from a sandcastle before a tidal wave.

Ming Hua quietly walked toward the edge of the massive flying boat and looked into the distance. Far away beneath the bright sky stood Clear Moon City.

From this distance, it looked peaceful.

Golden lights illuminated the city walls while streams of cultivators entered and exited through the massive mortal gates.

Merchants continued their business without knowing disaster was already approaching. The sounds of laughter faintly echoed even from afar.

It was lively. Full of life. For some reason, Ming Hua suddenly felt an indescribable heaviness in her chest. Soon, all of that would disappear.

The restaurants filled with drunk cultivators. The bustling markets. The families peacefully sleeping in their homes.

The young disciples dreaming of one day becoming immortals. All of it would vanish tonight. Not because they were guilty. But because they were weak.

Ming Hua slowly closed her eyes. In the cultivation world, weakness itself was the greatest crime.

This truth had long been engraved into her heart after hundreds of thousands of years surviving in Azure Heaven Continent.

Yet compared to the dignity of the Ming Clan, countless lives meant nothing. The strong ruled. The weak obeyed. That was the natural order of this world.

Yet even knowing this, she still could not completely suppress the faint discomfort in her mind. After all, a mysterious figure like master Lin Feng was inside the city.

A cold wind swept across the skies, causing her long black hair and dark robes to flutter gently behind her.

Her beautiful face remained calm, but her eyes carried a trace of complexity rarely seen from her.

Even someone as powerful as her could not freely control her own fate before true monsters like Daoist Soul Reaper. If the old man wished it...

He could likely erase her just as easily as he planned to erase Clear Moon City today.

BOOOOOOM!!!

Suddenly, the heavens trembled violently.

Ming Hua’s eyes snapped open.

In the distant skies above Clear Moon City, massive dark clouds began gathering at a terrifying speed.

The sunlight disappeared completely as though swallowed by some ancient abyss. The atmosphere of heaven and earth changed.

An overwhelming pressure descended from above like the fury of a primordial god awakening from slumber.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Even space itself began showing faint fractures. Ming Hua’s breathing paused for a moment. Her soul instinctively trembled in fear.

Even from an unbelievable distance away, the aura released by Daoist Soul Reaper made her feel suffocated.

Spiritual energy across the surrounding region became chaotic as countless beasts below cried out in terror. The heavens themselves seemed to fear him.

"He already made his move..." Ming Hua whispered softly.